January 29, 2011

Fibonacci Poetry365. 27

1     Another/
1     day,/
2     another hundred/
3      pages of medical/
5      bills. I'm getting smarter. I/
8      threw away all of the duplicate bills, except/
13    the monthly statements from the hospital showing the always changing total. (Should I/
21   have shredded the things I threw away?  Everything's tinder for the felonious fires of this generation.)  In any case, I correlated/
34     everything I had and phoned six different offices, some of them twice, one for the eighth time in as many months.  Five.hours yesterday. Eleven today. Case closed, for the moment.

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